All the evil beasts in the world, I feed on demons and monsters

Chapter 370 Tiger Frog Rice Man

Liu Dajiao was a farmer, a very capable farmer.

When the Buddhist monks ran rampant, every girl and wife in this area was taken away to worship Buddha for several days. Only Old Liu's daughter, who was beautiful and charming, was protected by the whole village. At the age of fourteen, she married a local gentry as a concubine, living a peaceful and stable life, a rare stroke of luck in this world.

The reason why Liu Dajiao had such a unique skill was that she raised frogs.

He wasn't raising ordinary frogs, but tiger frogs from the rice paddies. In the south, where insects and ants abound, Old Liu's tiger frogs significantly increased grain yields and eliminated pests. Furthermore, in this era where meat is precious, tiger frogs grow quickly and become plump, making them an excellent supplement to the diet.

With his skill in raising tadpoles and breeding frog seedlings, Old Liu became a sought-after figure in the surrounding villages. Every year when the time came, even the local gentry would come to ask him to deliver seedlings.

Unfortunately, a purple rain last year changed everything.

People who get drenched in the purple rain die, merging with their surroundings. But among those countless tiger frogs, some freaks emerged who could withstand the purple rain.

Da da da.

Liu Dajiao, wearing a pair of leather boots, was standing in a puddle of purple rainwater. Beside him was the courtyard wall, its plaster long since peeled off, and some grotesque creatures, fused together like insects and birds, wriggling on it like festering sores.

Behind the mountain temple lies a terraced field.

"Uh uh uh--"

As Liu Dajiao approached, groans echoed from the terraced fields. Old Liu, however, put down his carrying pole, scooped up several tadpoles, each as big as a thumb, with a ladle, and tossed them into the paddy field.

"Old Liu!"

"Uncle Liu..."

"Why……"

……

Liu Dajiao heard indistinct sounds as he walked across the terraced fields, always staying in the middle of the road and not going near any side.

wow-

A slanting wind whipped up a purple rain, pattering against the semi-transparent blouse Old Liu was wearing. At that moment, a tall stalk of rice creaked and groaned beside Old Liu, suddenly toppling over and biting at his foot!
But Liu Dajiao was prepared. As the rice stalks came flying at him, he drew his sickle from his back and swung it down sharply!
Puff-!
A splash of purplish-red liquid landed, and a round object tumbled down. Upon closer inspection, lo and behold, it was a human head with its eyes still open!
The severed head was staring at Old Liu with venomous intent, as if it wanted to devour him!
"Old Liu! You'll die a horrible death, a horrible death!!!"

At this moment, Liu Dajiao dared not look directly at the head, but turned his head away and suddenly slashed the head with the sickle!
puff!
The head split open like a rice stalk, scattering out a large handful of purplish-red rice.

Pfft!
A tiger frog, half a meter tall, leaped out of the nearby rice paddy, curled its tongue, and devoured all the blood-red rice on the ground!

"Cuckoo~"

The tiger frog looked at Liu Dajiao, tilted its head, sniffed his scent, turned around and jumped into the rice paddy, stirring up a cloud of purple water.

Liu Dajiao stood silently for a moment, then raised her head.

The terraced fields behind the mountain temple were specially cultivated by the monks.

The Buddha Fields do not need to pay taxes or do labor. They only need to give a call, and all the villages will send their old farmers to do the work. Otherwise, they will be accused of disrespecting the state religion and their families will be confiscated and their entire families wiped out.

At this moment, the purple rain gradually stopped, and a sliver of moonlight shone down on the layers of rice paddies. The seventy or eighty acres of rice paddies were lush and verdant, with thick rice stalks standing tall, casting dense shadows in the drizzle.

On the slender bellflower stems are the heads of men, women, and children. They are huddled together, swaying silently, just like they were working in the fields a year ago.

The way the rice farmers looked at Liu Dajiao made his scalp tingle.

In the shadows, tiger frogs would occasionally leap up, biting and tearing at the flesh of a person's head. Once the flesh was torn, there would be a "whoosh" sound, and a pool of blood-red rice would spill from the wound, which the tiger frogs would feast on.

The inhuman screams, a continuous chorus, sent chills down one's spine. The relationship between humans and frogs, between eaters and the eaten, was reversed in this world.

After Liu Dajiao finished scattering the tadpoles, she dared not look again, turned around and left quickly, going around the courtyard wall to enter the mountain temple.

But at that moment, he paused slightly as he approached the door.

On the mountain path below, a monk led a group of six people, making their way towards the mountain temple. In the misty drizzle, purple vapor rose, drifting among the withered, ancient trees. "Disaster!"

Liu Dajiao was taken aback, and then a look of anxiety appeared on her face.

He knew exactly what would happen to anyone who came in! These monsters were completely inhuman!
People have been saved!
At that moment, he immediately took two steps forward, wanting to rush over and say something.

But when his gaze swept over the monk's enormous, frog-like eyes, he felt a pang of fear. Yes, he was afraid of death, afraid of never seeing his daughter again.

Just like countless times before, I felt timid. Courage is an innate human quality, but also an expensive commodity.

"Mr. Liu!"

At that moment, the monk saw Liu Dajiao as if he had met a savior! His huge eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He immediately took a few quick steps, grabbed Liu Dajiao's shoulder, and said, "Quickly go and welcome our distinguished guest into the temple, and prepare some vegetarian food!"

With that, the monk turned around, put his hands together in front of Ji Ran, and said, "Greetings, benefactor."

Standing before the temple, the monk seemed to have finally gained some courage.

Something black seemed to be moving in his eerie eyes. But before Ji Ran could get a closer look, he slipped into the temple as if his feet were greased.

Liu Dajiao was stunned for a moment, looking at Ji Ran and his group with some panic.

Ji Ran carried the shrine on his back and strolled up to the temple gate.

boom!
At that moment, Liu Dajiao stretched out his hand, trembling, and whispered, "Go!"

"Come on!"

"Ok?"

Ji Ran's eyes narrowed slightly. Liu Dajiao was about to continue when a sinister voice came from behind them—

"Benefactor Liu, what do you want to do?"

Ji Ran looked up and saw a woman's head peeking out from under the rafters behind the temple gate. The woman had no hair, only a loose robe fluttering in the air; she was clearly a nun.

At the hem of the garment was a thick rice stalk.

"what!"

Yuan San, who was standing next to Ji Ran, was so frightened by the sight that he stumbled and took several steps back!

The four men surnamed Li were also terrified and stood frozen in place.

Ji Ran remained calm, considering it merely a level 1 ghost.

"Why aren't you taking the benefactor to eat vegetarian food?!"

On the other side of the temple gate, another head cast a shadow the size of a washbasin. This was another rice figure, but the head atop the rice stalk was that of a large, fat monk. This monk had small eyes, a slanted nose, and a huge mouth that almost tore his face apart, looking down at himself in the direction of the temple gate.

"Let's go."

Ji Ran calmly spoke, and before Liu Dajiao could react, he walked straight in. Yuan San gritted his teeth and followed without hesitation.

Seeing the two rice figures' gloomy and eerie gazes, the remaining four dared not delay and all entered the temple.

At this moment, the purple rain dissipated, and the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

A ray of morning sun shone on the plaque of the main hall, and on both sides of the temple avenue, the clay sculptures, imbued with the flesh and blood of monks, came to life as the purple rain and starlight faded.

The statues of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas writhe and wail, appearing as if demons were dancing wildly.

(End of this chapter)